on the clap cold floor
bare feet slap and the sound rings
round, through my head bores
... and occasional Tanka... and Haibun. Started after a competition on the unbound.co.uk blog (see #1 and #2). Mostly actually senryu, I think. This year attempting to publish a Haiku every day - 365 Haiku a Day. For good or for ill, I always aim to stick rigidly to a 5-7-5 structure - forgive me if I have counted the syllables wrong, often they are how I have said, or thought, them in my head rather than their official number.
clear front rejoicing
suddenly interrupted
leave fully, go home
From words on page 196 of Bombs on Aunt Dainty by Judith Kerr (HarperCollins, 2024/1975).